Hidden Meanings
I am afraid to come out from the darkness
as in the daylight so many monsters often stand to judge
strange what they may never know come's truth wise
A victim of past nightmares holds no heavenly ground
hallowed vicious beasts whom are consumed by malice
filled within the scorching fire of hate
Your tales are like a whirl wind of deceit
lets begin by blowing the cobwebs out
Copyright © Liam Mcdaid | Year Posted 2018
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